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It's almost two years since I quit my job to be a full-time daughter, after ten years of trying to balance caregiving and work - doing both "the best I could," which was nowhere near good enough (though since my mother's death I've never spent a second regretting something I could have done better at the office). I'm another daughter who cared for a mother who became her daughter. Another daughter haunted and blessed by memories of bad days, good days, terrible days, hilarious days, the best and worst of my life. I have a hundred stories to tell.

My journey of learning about Alzheimer’s disease began ten years ago when Mom started showing signs that something just wasn’t quite right. I didn’t know anything about this disease. The early signs of Alzheimer’s or other forms of dementia start very slowly and gradually. It took me a long time to figure out what was happening to her. A new path for Mom was ahead of her and ahead of her family and friends.